Broken
My dad is very ill and I am here in Virginia to see what I can do. Tonight as I sat by his hospital bed listening to his labored breathing, I realized how little control I have to change things for him. I bring love, and all the sunshine I can muster from the inside out. After all, he has called me Mary Sunshine since I was a little girl. I covered him in a blanket of prayer and scriptures. I sang songs trying to quiet his anxiousness. He is not well. He knows me one moment and then speaks of things that don’t make sense the next. My heart is breaking.
I ask the One who flung the stars into place if he will heal my dad. I ask again. I wait to see what his answer will be.
I know one thing and I learned it from my dad: God is good and he can be trusted.
Tonight I entrust the One who can be trusted with the one who taught me to trust him. I hold tight to the words of life.
Philippians 4:6,7 ~”Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” (The Message)
Peace
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Oh, MaryAnne, my heart is there with you…
My Dad is 80 and recently was in the hospital. I was there by his side, loving him, holding his hands and praying with him, reading the Word to him and my heart was sooo heavy as he struggled and suffered and we shared those moments together. He is home now, yet not the same. My heart doesn’t understand it all. God does. I pray for sweet God moments of closeness for you and your Dad. May you be able to lean your head and heart onto the strong shoulders of our mighty God, during these days.
Hugs and prayers,
Marie
I’m so sorry to read this bad news about your dad. I wish your family lots of strength and love and good tidings.
I’m so sorry Marry Anne,
You may or may not know our own wonderful dad just passed this last year! He was 84 and such an incredible man of God, pastor, business man husband and father. Such a loss which we still are suffering and grieving over. However, the same feelings I/we experienced in his 2 months of final illness. We did all you are doing…we sang for the last 10 days non stop around his bed, prayed over him, for him…it was in the final days such a special HOLY time! Sacred ground! Painful, yet even now comforting! He knew we were there most of the time, and KNEW where he was going! Such comfort to know how wonderful he is today. I will never regret doing all that I could for him without sleep or even going home for a shower in the last few days…we just wanted to enjoy and hold on to him til it was over. I am so comforted now by those memories! Will continue to keep you and your sweet daddy in my prayers! Hang on to the special moments…bitter sweet as they are…they are and will be precious!!!
Rhonda Storer
Prayers are going up for you. I understand what you are going through all too well. Trust. And hold on tight. There is no ride like this one. And no one like our God who carries us through it.
Praying for your sweet soul, Mary Anne. Praying that God would fill you abundantly as you pour out love and sunshine over your dad. Praying that your tears and heartache will be met with a peace and comfort that goes beyond your understanding. Praying for moments of joy and heart connection with your dad. Praying these moments will be sacred, and that your heart will rest.